These are the often ridiculous fragments that made up (some of) my thought process while driving back to KC today:

How much I love the phrase “Christmas Miracle” and the fact that my officemate is bringing it back. Wondered what my sister was up to at OBU. Compared my current route to the drive from St. Louis to Champaign. Thought how retarded it was to have a “tiger tail” hanging out of your trunk. Cursed Mizzou. Cursed Missouri drivers who insist on driving BELOW the freaking speed limit in the left lane. Praised my driving skills for avoiding a potential accident. Thought about the terrible accident I saw on 270 last night.  Weighed the pros and cons of listening to playlists versus full albums. Decided playlists only had a potential advantage during long drives, but in the end still sided with albums. Remembered how much I love the blues guitar line that Ryan Adams plays in “Hotel Chelsea Nights.” Remember Pat’s recent blog entry about the “Stars Go Blue” part of Ryan Adams’ live show. Thought about how I should just buy Pat and I tickets to the KC stop of his tour as an early birthday present. Questioned whether I needed to call it an early birthday present, or just a random act of friendship. Laughed to myself about Jen’s reaction to me telling her of Pat and I sitting on the back deck of CCH drinking beer. Agreed with Ross that it would only have been better if the beer had been Natty Light. Fondly remembered the gas station I always stop at in Kingdom City when I take 70-W. Put myself into my self-created reality where my dreams and aspirations are actually carried out. Reminded myself that it was stupid to entertain this reality, then quickly constructed an alternate, just as delusional, narrative for my life. Imagined this reality coinciding with lines from a song by The Gaslight Anthem. Became frustrated with God for his lack of response to a prayer I had. Reminded myself that although God was big enough handle being questioned, I was, in fact, being a baby. Thought about how selfish I have been in the past. Prayed that I would learn to consistently live my life thinking of others needs first. Admired the guitar solo near the end of “Lord I’m Discouraged.” Thought about how I believe Shane and Shane are overrated. Praised God that I went to a church where people liked good music. Attempted to make a list of things I needed to do once I got back to the apartment. Became excited at the prospect of getting to read more of For Whom The Bell Tolls. Wondered when I would return to Warrensburg. Tried to count the number of deaths/murders that occur throughout The Hold Steady’s albums. Decided the number was between four and sevent depending on how many of the songs referred to the same event. Reminded myself how much I love the Carter family. Wished I was talented enough to text and drive at the same time. Considered putting my sunglasses over my glasses since it was so bright. Felt ashamed that I even entertained the previous idea. Thought about the breed of dog I would like to adopt. Marveled at the fact that I thought someone might be interested in the scatterbrained thoughts that run through my head. Remembered how different I perceived the highway on my first trip to Garmin last October.